After reading what Michael wrote, I had to continue the story. 
It is to my surprise turning out to be a tell all.  Some of you
readers may think I was nuts to get into something like this and
tell about it.  I think this is something I wanted to have happen
all along. You might understand as you read.  Writing this has
made me very excited. Wow, where and how is this going to end.
Sara

                            Michael
                           Chapter 4

As I sat there letting the hot water relax me and the wine go to
my head, I let my mind go blank.  I was confused enough as it was
without muddling my brain even more.  I really didn't know what
to do.  This was Thursday, I had work tomorrow but would have the
weekend free and I could spend it home alone thinking about it. 
Yes I thought, that's what I'll do, spend the weekend working out
the solution to this problem.  I can't let it mess up my work. 
If I keep screwing up at work, the other partners would get upset
and I could wind up getting reprimanded by them.  I was the
junior partner and I had already screwed up my last case.  I lay
back, mind blank and dozed off.

Startled awake, I looked for the bottle of wine and discovered I
had already drained it. I stared at it.  How did that happen? 
When did I do that, drain it.  The waters cold too, how long have
I been sitting here?

I let out enough of the cool water to make room to refill with
hot.  I hadn't scrubbed and still needed to.  I wanted another
glass of wine so I got up wrapping myself in a large towel and
headed to the kitchen for another bottle.  I was a little tipsy
but not bad for just drinking a full bottle.  I uncorked this one
and headed back to the bath dropping the towel by the tub and
placed the bottle by it.  The tub was already full to the
overflow and after turning off the hot water, I tested it to make
sure I wouldn't burn myself and carefully slipped back in.  The
water was almost unbearably hot but felt good.  I reached for the
bottle, filled my glass and leaned back, sipping the wine.

I thought about my problem again, wondering just what I should
do.  Should I call him?  What would I say?  Do I still want this
to continue?  Should I let this continue?  After a while I gave
up.  The wine, heat from the water and this headache I was
getting was making my head swim.  I finally scrubbed myself and
drained the water, reached for the towel and patted myself dry.
Wrapping the towel around me, I grabbed the rest of the wine and
headed to my bedroom thinking I'd find the solution tomorrow.  I
drained bottle dropped the towel from around me and slipped
between the sheets.

Drinking two bottles of wine was something I hadn't done in a
long time.  I knew I'd wake up with a hangover.   Wine sometimes
did that to me after I'd had too much.

I had a fitful sleep, dreaming about him.  I was tormented.  My
body wanted him, desired him, and needed him while my brain told
me I should get rid of him.  He was only careless trouble.  I
awoke early feeling like I had never gone to bed.  My head ached,
my eyes were red and blurry as I looked in the bathroom mirror
trying to decided whether to go to work or not.  I looked
terrible.  I took two aspirin and stepped into the shower and let
the hot water cascade over me.  It was soothing and when I
finally stepped out, I felt better.

I knew what to do and would call him and tell him I never wanted
to see him again.  He didn't really care about me or he wouldn't
have taken me at work.  Besides, his refusal to use condoms only
made matters worse.

Wrapping up in my towel, I walked back to my bedroom and dialed
his number.  He answered on the 3rd ring.

"Hello Sara."

"Michael, I hesitantly blurted out, "I don't ever want to see you
again, you're trouble, who in the hell are you anyway?"

"Sara, you know who I am.  You have known me for a long time.
Think back to your childhood, where you grew up.  Do you remember
the Smiths that lived down the road from your parents?"

Silence... I was thinking. What in the hell do the Smiths have to
do with this.

"Sara, are you still there?"

I paused for several seconds before replying.  "Yes, I remember
the Smiths, what do they have to do with you and me?"

"Remember their youngest son?  Do you remember his name?"

"No, ah, wait, no, no I don't remember, no wait, wasn't his name
Mark or Mike or something like that."

"You don't remember Michael Smith?"

There was now silence on his end of the line.

I remembered a small pimply faced kid that lived on the next
farm, still wondering where this conversation was going. I think
he had been 3 years behind me in school, was a freshman when I
was a senior.  Still, what did this have to do with anything?

There was still silence on his end of the line.

"Are you still there?"  I asked this time.

"You don't remember me?  I'm that Michael."

"No, you can't be, no, no way."  There was no way this guy could
be that pimply faced kid.  "Look, I don't know you; don't want to
know you so stay away from me and my work."

"OK."  The line went dead as he hung up.

I looked at the dead phone in my hand like I didn't know what it
was.  Who in the hell was this guy?  I hung it up and dressed.  I
had to get to work. I'll think this through later.

After dressing, I dabbed on a little makeup to hide the growing
bags under my eyes and brushed my hair.  My headache that was
almost gone was back.  This new information was puzzling.  I was
having small flashbacks, back to my high school days.  No, I
thought, it wasn't possible, what I was thinking.

I had forgotten about it, my innocent wild side, letting the
neighbor kid watch me.  Hell, he was even getting into my room,
going through my hamper and jacking off with my panties.  No,
this couldn't be.  How did this guy know?  Did he know
everything?  How much did he know?

I grabbed a quick bite, gulped a cup of coffee and ran out the
door and jumped into my car.  I was already late to work.

I no sooner walked through the door of my office when the phone
rang.  It was my mother. She was just calling to see how I've
been, I hadn't chatted with her for a while.  That was when the
thought hit me.  She had my high school yearbooks.

"Mom, do you still have my yearbooks from high school?" I asked.


"Yes, they're still in the bookcase."

Yes, I thought, now I know what to do, I would go home for the
weekend and get my senior yearbook and go by the library and
check out the others I would need.  My weekend planned, I told
her.

"Mom, I am coming home for the weekend that OK?"

"Of course dear, we haven't seen you for a while."

"OK mom, let's catch up then.  I have to get a lot of work done
now."

After I hung up, I piled into my work and the time passed
quickly.  It was soon time to head home and pack.  I wanted to
leave right away and hoped the town library would still be open.
Fridays were a late night and I hoped to get there before it
closed.

I was lucky; the library was open for another hour when I got
there.  I quickly found the yearbooks for my senior year and the
three years following and searched the pages for Michael Smith. 
I quickly found him as he looked his freshman year and how he
looked his senior year.  I was amazed at how he had changed from
the pimply faced kid I remembered to the good looking guy in his
senior year, the very same guy that was fucking with me now.

I was dumbstruck, sitting there staring at his senior picture. 
All the memories of how I would strip in front of him teasing
him, letting him watch me came flooding back.  I had made no
effort to stop him getting in through the bathroom window either.
 I even let him use my soiled panties to jack off in. I knew he
had to know I was sexually active. How could he not know with
finding evidence in my soiled panties?   I was glad I did my own
laundry.  It was something I couldn't let my mother do.  I kept
my secrets safe.

There was the one afternoon I came home early and discovered he
had just been in my room.  I could still smell him, a young kid
with raging hormones.  I looked around to see what he had been
rummaging through and I found the pair of panties that he had
just used.  He left a large whitish sticky gob of his cum on
them.  That only made me hornier.  I quickly stripped and got
myself off with them by rubbing his cum into my puss.  I was so
fucking horny knowing he had been there and what he had done.  It
was a stupid thing for me to do but it was something I needed to
do, I needed the orgasm.

Then there was the one night before I left home for college, when
I got home late and striped in front of him, not thinking he
might have been watching.  I remembered it vividly like it had
just been last night.

Hell it had been a hot week.  The weather had been terribly hot
at night.  I had left the windows open, stripped and slept on top
the sheets hoping for cooling breezes all week.  I even
rearranged the position of my bed against the windows to try to
catch the breeze.  It had made it even easier for him to look at
me if he was out there.

That night was a full moon and I had gotten home just before
midnight.  I had been tired and went straight to bed after
stripping and lay on top the sheets.  It was too hot to cover
myself.  I didn't even think about anyone looking at me, I was
too tired and just wanted sleep.  After turning off the bedside
light, I noticed his shadow falling across me and knew he was
just outside my window, his nose practically against it.  I could
see his outline through the corner of my eye.
The bright moon light shined in on me causing the sweat on my
body to glisten.  It was almost as if I had left a light on in
the room.  I lay still, wondering just what he was going to do. 
All thought of sleep had left me now as I watched him out of the
corner of my eye.  I lay still, waiting, letting him think I was
going to sleep.  The problem was I was getting horny knowing he
could see all of me, could practically reach in and touch me, he
was so close. I wanted him too but I was afraid I would scare him
off so I slowly played with myself and let him watch. I wanted to
know what he was going to do.

I thought he would just jack off while I played and pretended to
go to sleep.  I couldn't see what he was doing and was afraid to
turn my head to watch him.  A little while later, a small trickle
of sweat from my forehead had run down into my eye, irritating it
but I was afraid to move and wipe it away.  I tried blinking it
away and lost my concentration in watching him.  That was when I
noticed he had left the window and could hear scratching on the
window sill of the bathroom. I knew then he was coming in.

I lay still as he entered the room and stood over the bed looking
down on me.  I remembered thinking it was about time as he stood
there removing his shoes and shorts.  His cock was standing
straight out.  I wanted to touch it and wanted him inside me and
I guess I was too impatient. I should have pretended to be asleep
but I remembered sighing and spreading my legs.  That scared him
and he jumped back into the shadows.  I lay there still after
that.  I wanted to speak to him but was afraid that would scare
him more. I wished I had, because he snuck out of the shadows and
gathered up his shorts and shoes and left.

I was surprised I was remembering all of this and was startled
out of my thoughts when the librarian spoke to me about closing
up.  I had been there an hour lost in thought.  She asked if I
wanted to check out the yearbooks but I said no, I had seen what
I wanted.  I thanked her and left.

I drove to my parents lost in further thought.  I didn't really
know what to do now.  My wildness, my teasing had caught up with
me. Did he know the rest of my past, Ben and his friends?  I
could not let that get out.

I spent the weekend quizzing my parents about the Smiths and how
they were doing.  They still lived on the neighboring farm.  Mom
and Mrs. Smith were like sisters and told each other everything.
I innocently quizzed them if they had kept up with their children
and where they were now.  Mom filled me in on most of them,
especially Michael.  He had been the problem child.  It had all
started when he graduated into the 8th grade from grade school. 
He had been a mostly A & B student in grade school but when he
got to be a freshman in high school, his grades started to slip.
He had started sneaking around at night, they think going to a
neighbor girl who was his same age that lived down the road
towards town.  His mom had told my mother that she had found
several pairs of girl's panties hidden in his room, thought to
belong to this girl. The girl had gotten pregnant later on that
year and although she never told whom the father was, it was
thought that Michael was the father.

I was shocked at finding this out; I knew their thinking was
wrong.  I knew the girl, her name was Nancy and she was somewhat
of a slut.  At least she had been talked about like that by the
other girls in school.  When I found out she was sleeping around
with some of the jocks, it wasn't hard to figure out who the guy
was.  She had been paid to keep her mouth shut.  It wasn't
Michael.  I knew who he was sneaking over to see.   I didn't tell
mom about all of this, I figured it best to just keep quiet.


Finding I needed to know more than mom could tell me, I went and
visited the Smiths.  They filled me in on just about everything
Michael and the others had been doing and where they now lived. 
More information than I needed on the others but what they told
me about Michael only added to my curiosity.  However, the
subject of Nancy never came up.  He had been in a lot of trouble
and somewhat of a disappointment with bad grades, fighting,
running around and just being a pain in the ass.  They didn't say
that but that was my impression.  They didn't see much of him
although he seemed to have found himself and was now straightened
out with a good job.

I sat in my car after visiting the Smiths thinking of how I must
have antagonized and tortured him severely when I undressed and
teased him so long ago.  His mother had hinted that he had a
crush on me for a long time.  I hadn't recognized that fact when
he had tried to hang around me at school and during the sports
activities.  He had even tried to run with me during cross
country practice.

He had been just a kid that I tried to ignore. I thought he was
being a pest.   I could see now, I had been the cause of all his
troubles, that I should have at least talked with him, maybe even
hung out with him a little.  Teasing and torturing him like I did
was wrong, I should have let him eventually fuck me.  It would
have been OK.  I was already sexually active and on the pill
anyway.

A plan was forming in my mind.  Mom and dad were going away for
the next weekend and I would have the place to myself if I worked
things right.  Smiling at my thoughts, I drove back to my
parents.

I found my mother in the kitchen.

"Mom, since you and dad are not going to be here next weekend,
can I come up and stay for the weekend? I can feed the chickens
and do the other chores."

"That would be great, I was going to get the Smiths do look after
things.  Are you sure you want to do this?"

"It would be great mom, I need to get away and be by myself for a
while.  I'm close to burn out at work and just want some alone
time here at home, you know, relive some old memories of home."

My mind was working overtime.  I thought I still had the outfit I
wore that night, the night Michael had snuck in.  I went to my
room to pack to go home and started digging through the closet.
Looking at all the stuff still in the closet, I wondered why I
had left it all here and not cleaned it out when I left home. 
Then again when one cleans out everything from ones room, that
makes moving away from home permanent. I wasn't sure I had wanted
it that permanent back then.  Way in the back I found it, the
silk dress that I had been wearing. It had a floral design that
one couldn't quite see through and was body hugging enough to
show my shape but not so tight that it couldn't easily be slipped
off or up whenever necessary.  It came to mid thigh and was
barely loose enough so panty lines wouldn't show. I usually wore
a black lace thong that wouldn't have shown anyway even if the
dress had hugged my hips tightly.  That is if I wore the thong at
all.  Sometimes I didn't which made several some ones happy.

I held it close, kind of hugging it wondering why I hadn't tossed
it long ago.   I stripped and tried it on.  It still fit.  I was
the same size I was my senior year although I thought a little
shapelier now.

Smiling at the plan that was forming in my mind, I slipped it off
and hung it back in the closet, hiding it towards the back.  That
had been my favorite dress, Bens too.  He bought it for me and
loved it when I wore it.  I looked and felt so damn incredibly
sexy in it.  I liked the way guys would look at me when I wore
it.  It made me so incredibly horny.  In the plan that was
forming in my mind, I would wear it again just for Michael.  I
would be wearing it as I stripped for him like I did so long ago,
that time he almost took me.  If only I hadn't moved and scared
him off.

I was already making myself wet, I could feel the heat forming
down there.  My face was flushing and I could feel my rapid
heartbeat as my breath caught in my throat.  When my fingers
slipped beneath the waistband of my panties they discovered it
was so.  I locked my bedroom door, sat down on my bed and did
what I needed to do as I tweaked one nipple and slid my other
fingers across my swollen lips and clit and got myself off.  I
had to muffle a hard moan as my body shuddered in this most
welcome release.  I was hoping there would be many more the next
weekend and that it wouldn't be me doing it.

I looked at my watch, gosh; it had been several hours since I had
come to my room to pack.  I quickly dressed after I cleaned up a
little.  Damn I need a shower, I thought as I could smell myself.
 I doused on a little cologne and finished packing and trudged
down the stairs.  I was getting ready to carry everything out to
the car when mom caught me.

"Sara, me and your dad were just talking.  Could you come stay
Tuesday instead of Friday and go home next Tuesday?  If you
could, it would give us more time for our visit with your
brother. It has been a long time since we have gotten away from
here.  We would like to stay longer than just a weekend if we
could."

"Gee mom, I would have to call the office and see if I could get
the time off."

I was excited at this development.  I had checked my apps earlier
and discovered the full moon would be Wednesday.  It would have
been a waning moon by Friday and this would work even better.  I
knew I could get the week off, I just hoped Michael could too.  I
was betting he would.

I called the office and told them my plans.  I would be in Monday
to make sure my paralegal had directions on what to proceed on
and would be taking a week off.  Things would run OK without me
for a week.  I chatted a little longer and hung up.

"It's OK mom, I have the week off.  I have to get going."

"OK dear, we'll see you Tuesday morning before we leave."

"Bye mom."  I gave her a hug and a kiss and left organizing my
thoughts.    I stopped at the barn and gave dad a hug and kiss
and looked around in the tack room.  Plenty of soft rope hanging
on the wall, good I thought. My plan is shaping up.

On the drive home, I gave more thought of what I was going to do.
 I would try to leave work early Monday and race back to the old
homestead to set up all the things I needed to do.  I wanted not
only to have Michael take me when he showed up, reliving the time
when he had snuck into my room, but I wanted to have fun with him
too.  I would need some short lengths of soft rope from the tack
room to do that.  He had played "master" of me when he had taken
me at the lodge and again at the office.  I was determined to be
"master" this time if I could.  I needed to be in control.

When I got home, I called him.

The phone rang and rang before the answering machine picked it
up.

"Michael, this is Sara.  I will be at the old homestead all next
week, Tuesday through next Tuesday.  There will be a full moon
Wednesday.  Remember the hot fall night many years ago when you
snuck into my room?  There was a full moon then.  Hope you can
make it and stay the week.  Tuesday night the moon should be full
enough.  I will be undressing just before 11:00 like then.  Oh
yes, remember the floral silk dress? I will be wearing it, just
like back then.  If you are not there Tuesday night, don't bother
to come at all."

That should do it I thought as I hung up. That was just enough
information to make him curious with an order to be there Tuesday
night or not come at all.  How could he resist and not show up? 
I am starting out in control.  I laughed at that thought.

I found a good bottle of wine and headed to the bath to have a
hot soak.  Before I showered, I used one of the test kits and was
relieved that it showed I wasn't pregnant and since I was now on
a regular cycle with the pill, my period wouldn't start until
after my planned "vacation".  I showered first, carefully shaving
all the necessary parts, rinsed and ran the tub full of hot
water.  I sat back with my wine and enjoyed the soak.  I felt
good, better than I had in a long time. I lay back thinking nice
thoughts until the urge finally had its way and I took the hand
held showerhead, adjusted the spray and did the deed.  It was a
hard and very satisfying orgasm.  Handhelds are so useful.  I
thought as I quivered through this release.

After my very relaxing soak, I patted my slightly wrinkled body
down and lathered myself with my favorite body lotion that had a
hint of lavender and headed to bed stopping by the kitchen to
leave the half full bottle of wine there.  Tonight I didn't need
the whole bottle to relax.  Although I was excited about the
coming week off and my plan of seduction, I hadn't felt this
relaxed in months.  I set the alarm for 5AM to get an early start
at work and went to bed in a very good mood.

Monday:

I slept all night in a deep undisturbed sleep and awoke to one of
my favorite love songs on the alarm radio.  It was a perfect way
to wake up.  I felt so relaxed and refreshed.  I lay there for a
few minutes listening to my song before I got up and headed to
the bathroom.  After peeing, I took a quick shower and patted
myself down while looking at myself in the mirror.  I liked what
I saw.  There were no bags under my eyes and I looked so totally
good.  I hadn't been exercising much lately and was glad that it
didn't show.  I was as fit as ever, my body never changing much
and was glad genetics played a big part in that.

I smiled at the thoughts that were entering my mind as I was
applying a little makeup.  There was no way that Michael would
pass up this next week and not be with me.  I was positive at
that by just looking at my reflection.  No guy could resist me if
I wanted to set my hooks in him and I wanted him.

I quickly dressed and got to work early and quickly went through
all the files on my desk that needed attention.  I made notes
where work needed to be done or where further review and research
needed to be done and bundled it all up and left it on my
assistants desk.  I had it all done before she got to work.  Damn
I thought to myself, I'm running on all cylinders this morning as
the partners would say.  I felt so good.  I quickly reviewed the
files with her when she came in and still had time to make it to
the board room with a meeting of the partners.  I gave a brief
rundown on my cases without any questions from them and was done
with work by 11:00 and headed home.

I was ahead of my own preset schedule and quickly packed for the
coming week and put the suitcase in the car.  I put out enough
dry food for my kitty and cleaned out the litter box and added
new litter, filled her water bottle with enough fresh water to
last the week and gave her a hug.  I was sorry I had ignored her
for some time now and promised I would somehow make it up to her.


My dog I left with some friends last Friday, happy they were
going to take care of him for the following week.  I would have
to make it up to them later, somehow.  I smiled at that thought,
two very straight guys living together to cut costs.  Both kept
trying to get me into the sack and I kept leading them on. Ummm,
I wondered if maybe that would have to be part of making it up to
them.  They were after all both hunks and I wondered why I hadn't
taken them to bed but then that could ruin the friendship I had
with them besides I had them eating out of my hands anyway.

I was ready to leave and getting more excited about what I had
planned.   My parents would be surprised to see me so early but
that wouldn't be a problem.  I'd stay out of their way while they
packed and gather up the things from the tack room I needed.  Dad
never threw away any good rope and I saw some really soft fuzzy
pieces that would work well.

I had dressed in low riding white short shorts and t-shirt to
drive up in and felt a little moisture in my skimpy lace panties
and decided I needed to put in a panty liner to be safe.  I
didn't want to show my excitement if thinking about the week
caused that to happen.  I assumed keeping my mind occupied with
driving would help in that department but still it was best to be
safe.  I can get really wet and swollen when I get sexually
excited.  Depending upon the intensity of sexual excitement,
usually intense oral stimulation which takes me through multiple
orgasms, I tend to swell so much the lips guarding my opening
will spread apart exposing my depths.  By that time a guy can do
pretty much anything he wants to me within reason.  By then, all
I want to do is fuck and be fucked.    I found that out at an
early age with Ben's two friends.  When I reach that point, I am
lost and craving the next orgasm.  It is possible I am addicted
to sex although I try to keep it under control.

With my things in the car, I leave and try to relax on the drive.
 Michael had made no attempt to contact me so in a way I didn't
really know if he would show up.  That was OK I guess, if he
didn't I would clean out my closet and get all my other stuff and
bring it back with me.  It was silly of me to have left all of it
there.  The dress, for sure I would take with me.  That dress was
not out of style.  Some of the other clothes I would donate to
the women shelter. There would be plenty to do if Michael didn't
show.

I got there faster than I realized I would.  I wondered where my
mind had been when I arrived.  I didn't remember driving through
some of the places along the way.  Oh well, at least I got there
alright.  Mom was surprised to see me so early.  We had our brief
hellos and I let her finish packing while I walked around with
dad seeing what chores I would be doing.  It was all simple and
wouldn't take much of my time.  I was glad for that.  I wanted
most of my time spent in sexual ecstasy.  I was getting myself
horny just thinking about it while walking around the place.  I
hoped dad didn't notice.  When he went back to the house, I
wandered to the barn and gathered up the rope I would need in the
house.  I left it in a small pile hidden under a horse blanket to
get later after my parents left.  I didn't want them to see me
carry this into the house and have to answer any questions on why
I needed rope in my room.

I spent the rest of the day exploring the farm and the creek that
flowed along one side.  I found the old swimming hole was still
there where we kids spent a lot of our hot summer days when we
were little.  It was deeper than I remembered as I removed my
shoes and waded out into it.  I could see it was deeper when the
water came up to the bottom of my shorts and I was still not in
what looked like the deepest part of the hole.  I was considering
going back to shore and removing my shorts when I heard shouting
from the house.

Mom had dinner ready so I turned to leave.  I would check out the
swimming hole tomorrow when there was no one to interrupt me and
I could skinny dip.  I hadn't done that in a long time.  This
would be another place Michael and I would spend some quality
time I thought.

Mom and dad were both a little antsy at the table and ate
rapidly.  I was puzzled at that until dad announced they would be
leaving just after dinner and would I clean up so they could get
on the road.  I knew it was a day and a half drive but this
surprised me. I thought they would leave early in the morning.  I
started to protest at the thought of them being on the road at
night but was quickly hushed when he said they would only be
driving about 6 hours and then would stop for the night.  They
already had a motel lined up and he wasn't tired.  I couldn't
argue so as they led me to the car that was already packed, I
kissed them goodbye and watched them drive down the road.  I had
made them promise to call me when they got to the motel for the
night so I wouldn't worry.

When the car was out of sight, I walked to the barn and got the
ropes and took them to the house and my room.  I rearranged the
room so it looked the same as it did that night with a few
modifications.  I tied four pieces of rope, one to each corner of
the bed on the bed posts so when I tied Michael, he would be
spread eagled and I would be able to do what I wanted and that
was to torture him until he pleaded for me to ride him.  That, I
wasn't going to do until I had him in as much pain as I could get
him.  I was going to be in control of his release not him.

It was still early, the sun had not gone down and still warm so I
grabbed a towel and walked back to the swimming hole and striped.
 I still wanted to see how deep it was and discovered to my
surprise at one point I couldn't touch bottom.  I had forgotten
how good the water felt against a nude body and relished the
feeling of the cool water flowing between my legs and against my
slightly swollen pussy, unimpeded by a swim suit.  I had been
getting excited tying the ropes and thinking about Michael and
the trap I was setting for him.  I only hoped I would be strong
enough to overpower him at some point and tie him to the bed.  I
lost track of the time and soon discovered it was getting dark. 
I didn't dry myself and dress but patted myself down a little,
slipped on my shoes and walked back to the house nude while
carrying my clothes and the towel in my hands.  The warm air felt
cool on my moist skin.

I went directly to my room, dropped the towel and clothes on the
bed and was going to slip on my robe then decided against it.   I
was alone with no one around to bother me so I decided I would
just stay nude.  I liked being nude, the feel of being
unencumbered by clothes was sexy.  At home on my little 20 acre
piece of secluded heaven, I could be found running around
unencumbered by clothes.  I had some close calls even there
though.  The two hunks taking care of my dog almost caught me
once lying out in the tall grass in my meadow sunning.  I was
nude as usual but this time I had a wrap with me.  It had been a
close call and I was glad I saw them in time.  Another time the
UPS guy almost caught me.  The dog barked and saved me that time.


I looked around the bed room making sure the bed was under the
window just right, the windows open, the lights were all working
OK and then thought I had better check the bathroom window.  Good
thing I did.  I noticed dad had replaced the lock so I made sure
it wasn't fastened.  I was ready, the room was ready and the
house empty of everyone but me.  I searched through my suitcase,
emptying the contents into my dresser, placing the sheerest black
lace panties on top with a lacy black bra.   I went to the closet
and got the dress and hung it on the door of the bathroom by the
dresser.  With my black sandals placed close by, I was ready.  I
noticed it was already getting dark with the moon just slightly
coming up.  Tomorrow night would be perfect I thought and left
the room to get a bottle of wine and a glass.

I came back, turned off the lights, sat on the bed after pulling
back the top sheet and blanket, enjoyed the wine, listened to the
night chorus of insects and watched the moon come up.  Yes I
thought it will be perfect.

The phone rang about that time.  It was my parents; they had
stopped for the night.  We didn't talk long.  I was glad they
were OK.
I lay back, thinking about the week.  Even though sexual
excitement and anticipation had me slightly jittery, I dozed off
in an uninterrupted sleep on top the sheet  and in spite of the
fact I was feeling like that wicked girl I had been so long ago
tormenting a pimply faced kid.

Sometime during the night, I had risen and pulled the covers up
over me for when I awoke the next morning with daylight in my
eyes, I discovered I was covered.  I didn't remember doing that
which was unusual for me.  I hardly ever awoke during the night
and not remembered.  Besides, not only was I covered by the top
sheet and the light blanket that had been on the bed but the
blanket that had been lying across the blanket stand at the end
of the bed.  That would have taken some effort that I should have
remembered.  There was a chill to the air which would explain why
I had covered myself but why didn't I remember.

Tuesday:

I was refreshed, completely relaxed from my deep sleep anyway so
I soon forgot about it as I made up the bed and planed my day.  I
wanted to go to town and do some shopping so there would be
enough for us to eat for the week and get a few other things that
I should have packed but forgot in my excitement.  I know I
didn't need many clothes and probably wouldn't be wearing much
but I wanted to get a few sexy things and some lavender body
cream that I forgot to pack.  I also wanted some bath beads too.
I wanted to smell nice and feel sexy and smooth for him.

After a quick shower, I dressed, had a little breakfast and
headed out to town.  I wanted to be back early, put things away
and take a shower and shave things then take a nice hot bubble
bath and well get myself ready before I left again to be back
before 11:00 that night. I wanted this night to go as planned.

I got back a little later than planned; shopping does that to me
and all women I suppose.  I had to look at everything twice. 
When it comes to clothes and shoes, there is not enough time in a
day.  No wonder men complain when they go shopping with us.

I put the food I had bought and the other things away and went to
take first the shower and then the soak.  When all was finished,
I looked at the clock and discovered it was already after 6PM.
Where did the time go?  I decided to go ahead and dress to kill
in my silk dress and eat in town to pass the time.  The
reflection I watched in the mirror as I dressed and fixed my hair
told me everything.  I would have tongues hanging out in town and
a few hits that I would have to turn down.

Although I liked the way guys looked at me and hit on me, I got
tired of turning them down.  Well some of them anyway, the sweet
hunks with brains that is.  The others are kind of repulsive in
their own way.  Those are easy to turn down.  I always try to be
kind and really hate it when there is a jerk that won't go away.
One time I had to knee a guy in the balls to get him away from
me.  I was glad I had backup by a bouncer although if push came
to shove I could take care of myself.  The guy scared me though.
The bouncer walked me to my car so I would be safe.  I was glad
for that and gave him a big tip and a peck on the cheek.   I had
most guys eating out of my hand and he was easy.  I hoped to have
no trouble tonight.  I wasn't going to a bar; just a restaurant
but even there sometimes could be trouble.

I did a last minute look, put on some lip gloss and headed to the
car, locking the door as I left.  Why?  Just a habit I guess. 
The windows were all unlocked.

The restaurant was a nice Italian place.  It was new to me and
the town.  It was like walking into a wine cellar.  I loved it
and decided I would spend most all of my time here.  I walked in
alone and was dining alone.  I could see most of the men were
curious about it.  The looks I got from the men were the "let me
pick you up and eat you" looks.  The stares I got from their
dates were if you look at my guy I'll kill you.

The waiter I had was a cute guy, that is after he finally got his
tongue untied.  I actually got a free bottle of wine from him
when I finally caved in and gave him my phone number after I
repeatedly refused to.  Persistence pays off sometimes.  He gave
me his number too.  I might just hook up with him sometime.  He
might be fun.  I had other hits too after I ate and sat at the
bar sipping my wine.  I didn't want to drink much tonight and
refused a lot of drinks and pickup lines. I finally had to leave
just to get away from some jerk that was bugging me.  I got the
cute waiter to walk me to my car after the guy was asked to
leave.  It was getting late anyway and I would have just enough
time to get home and make my entrance.  I gave my cute waiter a
peck on the cheek and promised I would call when I got home next
week.  Just another guy doing what I wanted.  I was glad to get
away.

When I drove home, I kept looking for Michael's car. I didn't see
it at all.  It wasn't hidden along the driveway in the trees or
by the barn that I could see.  There was no moonlight reflecting
off of any car anywhere.

I parked the car and entered the house after unlocking the door.
I locked it behind me and headed to my room turning on and then
off the lights along the way.  I wanted no surprises.  When I
reached my room and entered after turning on the lights, I locked
my door behind me.  Glancing around I could see no one had been
there.  In the bathroom, I locked the opposite door to the other
room and quickly brushed my teeth and gargled some mouth wash. 
Sweet breath I wanted.  Finishing there, I went back to the bed
room and proceeded to undress.


I was a little more animated this time and did a strip tease
touching myself where necessary reliving the times I had stripped
for that pimply faced kid.  I was such a bitch doing this for him
back then.  Still I wanted to make up for doing it and I wanted
to do it right. While watching my reflection in the mirror, I was
thinking about the first time I saw him outside the window, when
I had been looking at my reflection in the mirror and touching
myself.  When I had turned out the ceiling light and walked over
to the bed and turned on the bedside light and stood in front of
him in the window.  He hadn't backed away and just stood there
looking at me.  I knew where he was looking too.  My little blond
patch was glowing in the light.  I stood there for a few long
seconds to give him a good look before I turned back the blankets
and went to bed.  I turned off the light so he couldn't watch me
any longer.  I didn't want him to see what I was doing under the
blankets.

I had finished my tease, turned off the ceiling light and walked
over to the bed and lay down in what I hoped was the same
position I had been in back then after turning on the bedside
light.  If he was out there, he could reach in and touch me.  I
was already wet in anticipation.  I didn't have to touch myself
down there to know how wet or how swollen I was becoming.

I couldn't see anyone outside the window the way the light was
shining in my eyes and I reached over and turned off the light. 
The moonlight illuminated my body but I didn't see any shadow on
it from someone standing outside the window this time.  I was a
little disappointed at that and wondered if he was there.  My
fingers had already wandered down feeling my wetness and I sighed
and spread my legs a little.  I didn't want to get myself off
this time; I wanted him to do it.  I laid there waiting for what
seemed like hours too excited to move or fall asleep.  It wasn't
as hot as it was back then, and the night was cooling.  I didn't
know how long I could lay there before having to cover up.

I guess it was the wine that finally relaxed me enough to let my
mind drift off.  I wasn't asleep when I heard the scratching on
the bathroom window sill.  I heard it plain as day.  My body and
mind jumped into overdrive in sexual anticipation.  He was coming
in.  My breathing quickened, my heart pounded in my chest as I
heard his shoes touch the floor.  I turned my head slightly to
watch him enter the room and spread my legs a little more open
for him.  I watched as he came close, still only seeing this dark
shadow.  The moonlight didn't illuminate his features but when he
removed his shoes, shirt and dropped his shorts and came to the
bed, I knew.  The moonlight illuminated the hardness that was
sticking straight out.  I wanted to reach up and grasp it, pull
it to me but I lay still, wondering what he was going to do. 
That first time I expected him to climb on and shove it in.  I
would have been wet enough to handle it as I would be this time.
Would that be the way he would do it I wondered?


He just stood there looking at me for the longest.  I was getting
desperate.  I wanted to move, reach out to him.  His next move
surprised me.  He didn't climb on and shove it in like I thought
he would.  He leaned down with the slightest weight upon the bed
hardly moving it and positioned his mouth on my pussy and hands
on my thighs holding me while he sucked at my clit.  It was
almost an instant orgasm for me.  I had no idea I was that
sexually excited by just waiting for him.  I moaned in ecstasy as
my body shook and my pussy muscles tried to milk at his tongue. 
He climbed further onto the bed, working his mouth, tongue and
hands up my body from where he had just been.  Touching me
everywhere, he worked his way across my mound, stomach, breasts
and neck ending at my lips and face.  We sucked tongues in a
beautiful deep kiss.  I felt his beautiful hardness poking me as
he leaned over me and reached down and grasp it, trying to
position it at my opening.  He brushed my hands away and brought
them up over my head where he tied them to the headboard before I
was aware of what he was doing.  I tried to jerk my hands away
but it was too late.  He was already reaching for one leg and had
it tied to the bottom corner before I could react to that too.  I
tried kicking him with the other but he soon had that one tied. 
I was tied and helpless.  I was now mad.

"Michael you shit let me go!"  I was struggling against the ropes
shaking the headboard and the bed.  Even as soft as the ropes
were, they were chaffing my wrists and ankles I was fighting so
hard.

"No darling, it's my turn now.  This is make up time for all the
agony you put me through, you fucking tease.  You are going to be
my sex slave for a whole week and do everything I want you to do.
 I discovered the ropes when I explored your room yesterday and
today when you were in town.  I know what you were planning and
now the tide has turned.  How I wanted you the first time I saw
you undress and that time I snuck into your room and how
humiliated I felt around you when you ignored me acting the way
you did.  I knew you were fucking some guys you bitch.  I found
your cum soaked panties and your birth control.  You're going to
learn some humility too, what it is like to be teased and fucked
over.  Your mine and you are going to do what I want.  You may
not like it but now I'm the boss."

I had calmed down somewhat by this time listening to his ranting.
I was wondering just what would be next when he lay down on me
while still between my legs and started kissing me all over.  I
knew I was helpless and would not ever be able to control him and
went with the flow.  I wanted him to fuck me anyway and letting
him have his way, well, there was nothing I could do about it.  
He was getting me turned on again when he started touching,
kissing and sucking at me.  It didn't take him long before he had
me quivering in another release.  When I was coming down from it
was when he shoved himself in.  I gasp with the suddenness of it.
 He started pounding me with it, sharp sudden upward jabs
partially lifting me up off the bed in spite of being tied down,
with his groin slapping against mine.  I heard myself screaming
at him.

"Oh yes, fuck me hard, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god, fuck," as an
orgasm surged through me.

He kept up this unmerciful pounding bringing me ever closer to
another orgasm when he moaned, "Oh god Sara I'm cumming."

 He shoved in hard one last time and held still while his cock
twitched, flexed and pumped me full of his release.  I had been
so close that just the feeling of his muscle contractions and the
flood that was pouring into me brought me into a screaming
orgasm, my contractions sucking his release deeper into me.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh, goooooooooooood," I could hear myself screaming.

The sweat was pouring off of me and him when he collapsed down on
me exhausted, the sweat pooling between us and running down and
soaking the sheet.  I couldn't move being tied, exhausted and his
weight on top of me.  Lying there that way pinned as I was gave
me time to reflect on what just happened.  Hard rough sex, I kind
of liked it. Maybe there were times I needed to be controlled. 
No I thought.  If I ever get loose, he is going to get it.  I
slipped into sleep thinking that.

Wednesday:

I awoke the next morning needing to pee.  He wasn't on top of me
but I was covered and still tied.  I rose up and looked around
and in not seeing him or hearing him I hollered.

 "I need to pee!"  No response so I screamed louder. "I need to
get loose to Pee!!!"

There was still no response so I lay back and waited until I
heard a noise from the kitchen.

I screamed louder. "Fuck Michael I need to get untied so I can go
pee!"

I was in so much pain by the time I finally got his attention and
he came into the room to untie me I didn't notice what he was
carrying.  Nor did I see who was behind him looking past the
door.
"Hold your horses Sara." He said as he quickly fastened this
collar around my neck and snapped it closed as he leaned across
me and untied my hands and feet.  I wasn't aware of what he was
doing; I was too rushed to get to the bathroom before I had an
accident.

I was peeing when I heard low voices in the bed room.

"You both saw her." I heard Michael say.

"Yes Mike, we both had a very good look after you fucked her last
night and again this morning.  She is even more beautiful this
morning as disheveled as she is."

Another voice said, "Damn Michael, she is beautiful and yes I
want to fuck her. Who wouldn't?  Are you sure you want to go
through with this, have all of us fucking her?"

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?"

"Well, let me think about it a little more. Go out to the barn.
I'll call you if I change my mind."  I heard Michael say.

I flushed the toilet and yelled out, "Who is out there with you
Michael?"

I was apprehensive and reached for a towel to wrap up in.  What
did I just hear? Were there two other voices besides Michaels? 
What is this thing around my neck?  I glanced in the mirror just
as I peaked around the door.  Michael was the only person in the
room.

"Michael, are there other men here and what is this thing around
my neck?  I want it off."

He just looked at me for a few seconds with this indecisive look
on his face before he answered.

"That's a shock collar that you are going to wear.  Do you see
any one here but me?"

"Well, no but I thought I heard vices."

"Well, you didn't.  Let me take the collar off so you can get
cleaned up. It is water proof but I'll take it off for now.  If
you don't obey, I'll put it back on."

I started to step into the shower but not before Michael dropped
his pants, pushed me face down on the counter and took me from
behind.  He didn't make sure I was wet enough this time, just
pushed in and fucked me until he came.  I thought I saw then how
this week was going to be.  Boy was I wrong.

When I finished my shower and slipped into a pair of shorts and
t-shirt and walked into the kitchen where I smelled cooking bacon
and coffee drifting from, Michael snapped the collar back around
my neck.

"I thought I wasn't going to have to wear it."

"Well, I changed my mind."

I thought I knew just what the collar was for and what it did and
wanted to see where the control was.  I did have a dog and
although I hadn't wanted to use a training collar I had to
finally get one to keep him within the yard when I wasn't around.
 It shocked fairly hard when he got within several feet of the
boundary wire.  When we went for a walk past the boundary wire, I
shut off the wire and carried the portable control.  The shock
settings were adjustable.  I figured in this case, there was no
boundary wire.

"OK Michael, if I have to wear it tell me why and show me how it
is going to be used."

"You're going to wear it so I don't have to worry about you
escaping or getting out of my sight. Also I will use it to train
you and do things that you may not want to do.  You know you are
a smug bitch used to getting your way.  Well that is going to
change."

"What do you mean; train me in something I may not want to do?"
I was getting not just a little pissed now; anger was seething
just slightly under the boiling point but didn't want to show it.
 I still wanted to see where the control was and how he was going
to use it.

"You'll find out soon enough.  I know what you want and that's to
get me to show you where the control is and how the collar is
going to work. Well the control is here in my shirt pocket."

He took it out to show me.  It was a rather small rectangular box
about the size of a cigarette pack.  It didn't look that
threatening.  The collar though was a little heaver and thicker
than the one I had for my dog.  I would have to check it out
later when I was alone.  My hands were already exploring it as we
talked.  I wondered how bad the shock was going to be and when he
was going to demonstrate how he was going to use it. I did have
the training to take him down if given the chance and I think he
knew it.

"You want me to show you how bad it is going to be?  You sure you
want me to show you?"

I wasn't sure I wanted him to but then I had to find out if I
wanted to get it away from him and get control.  I knew how a
taser worked and felt like.  I just hoped the settings were set
to a light shock.  This week was not what I had planned.

He was grinning when he pushed the button.

I was paralyzed and twitching when I hit the floor, body
convulsing uncontrollably.  It only lasted for a few long
seconds.   As I was coming out of it I discovered my bladder had
released its contents and I had wet myself.  I was glad my bowls
had been empty.  I was unsteady as I tried to get up and only
made it to my knees, when Michael spoke.

"You want me to do that again?"

I shook my head, unable to say anything afraid he would hit the
button again.   I had hurt my head when I fell and could feel a
bruise beginning on the left side above my ear.   He tossed me a
towel and ordered me to clean up the mess I made.  I was
humiliated when I looked up and saw two other guys watching me. 
I hadn't heard them enter the room.

"Sara, this is John and Mark very good friends of mine.  They're
going to become very good friends of yours too."

I knew right away what that meant. What this all meant.  What I
was going to be forced to do.

"Go to your room and clean up."  I dimly heard Michael say.  I
was watching them through the tears that were forming in my eyes.
 I humbly obeyed and stumbled to my room as I heard them
snickering behind me.

I thought they were going to follow me when I heard one of them
say, "Do we get to have her now?"

"No not yet," Michael replied.  "Do you have things in the barn
set up?"

"Yeah."

"Give me time to get her cleaned up and ready."

I had already made it to my bed room and was looking at the
mirror reflection of the collar twisting it this way and that
trying to see how I could get it off.  I discovered the clasp
could only be opened with a key.  There was no other way I could
get it off.  I was trying to use a hair pin in the lock when
Michael walked in.

"No use doing that, the lock can't be picked."

I glared back at him, at his reflection in the mirror.

"You can try all you want but only the key will work. "That key
is well hidden." He laughed at that.   Take off your shorts and
t-shirt.  You won't need to wear anything and take a shower. "

He hovered over me, watching me remove my clothes as I watched
his reflection in the mirror.  I turned to him my hands on the
collar wanting him to take it off.


"Nope babe, it's going to stay on from now on.  I don't want you
getting any ideas."

 He held the box in his hands, finger hovering over the button. 
There was no way I wanted to get hit again and obeyed. Stepping
into the shower I cringed as I turned on the water and let it hit
the collar.  I was afraid he would push it again.  I didn't know
what would happen when wet.

"Hurry up and put on some of that sweet smelling stuff you use to
smell nice too."

I turned and glared at him as he watched me shower, a grin on his
face and bulge forming in his shorts.  He was enjoying himself I
could see.  I was looking at his bulge when he laughed.

"Want to see it?"

I turned away when he pulled it out.

"That's OK love; you're going to see a lot of it.  You've always
used men, getting your way whenever you wanted something,
flashing that smile along with those gorgeous looks and body. 
You're going to see what it is like to be used. Hurry up, times a
wasting.  You have friends waiting."

I cringed when I heard those words and was dreading what it
implied.  I was going to have to perform for them and I knew what
perform meant. I just didn't know how things would play out.  I
stayed in the shower as long as I dared letting hot water cascade
down over me while I tried to plan something in my mind, anything
that would stop this.  I couldn't think.  There were three of
them, maybe more.  I hoped not.

"OK Sara, time for the party.  Get out of the shower."

He reached in turned off the water and handed me a towel and I
obediently stepped out, drying myself.   He stood there watching
me with this smile on his face.  When I had patted down most of
my body and dried my hair, he handed me the bottle of lotion.

"Got to be nice and soft and smell nice."

Again I only glared at him.  I started to pin up my hair when he
told me to leave it down.

"Oh yes, you need to take this.  We don't need you getting
pregnant now although it would serve you right."

He was holding my birth control pills and handed me the one I
needed to take.  I was glad he was at least going to let me take
them.  Birth control hadn't even entered my mind.  I swallowed it
using the glass of water he was holding.  I hadn't eaten and my
stomach started growling when the pill and water hit it.  He had
me by the arm and was leading me through the bedroom.  I hadn't
dressed and tried to stop him.  I needed delays, anything to slow
this down.

"I need to put some clothes on."

"No you don't.  You're not going to need any."

"Do I get breakfast?"  I was hungry and could still smell the
bacon from the kitchen.

"Well, maybe.  You're going to need your strength.  The rest of
us have eaten.  If you hadn't needed the demonstration, you could
have eaten too.  Screw it, you can eat later."

He had already pulled me through the kitchen and out the door. 
We were headed towards the barn.  I tried to hold back.

"Why are you taking me to the barn?"

"That's where your new friends are waiting. I didn't want them
messing up the house."

I started to struggle but remembered the collar and stopped. 
Once was enough.  I didn't want to get shocked again.  I wondered
why the barn and not the house and bedroom.  The sunlight was
bright and when he shoved me into the barn my eyes didn't have
time to adjust to the darkness.  I couldn't see but hands found
me and pulled me to one of the narrow stalls.  There was fresh
hay underfoot and spread around the stall, I could feel it and
smell it.  I didn't understand when my hands were tied to a pole
above me and my legs were stretch apart and tied loosely to the
stall on either side.  I could still stand.  My eyes were just
adjusting to the dark when the stall door to the outside was
opened and sunlight flooded in.  Temporally blinded, I didn't see
them.   I had my eyes shut to the glare of the sunlight and when
I heard talking I opened them.  There were six of them.  Michael,
John, Mark and three others.  All were looking at me trussed up
for them to look at.

They moved in touching me, running their hands over me while
discussing how fucking good I looked and what fun they were going
to have breaking me in.   I could see the lust in their eyes and
the way they were talking amongst themselves and to me brought
shivers to my skin.  I cringed at their touching.

"Michael, please don't do this to me," I pleaded with him. 
"Please Michael."  I had never been taken like this by so many. I
was afraid I would be hurt.  "Please Michael; I'll do anything
you want."

"That's right babe, you will do anything I want.  OK guys, you
know what we talked about.  If you don't follow the rules, you
will not get to fuck her.  Agreed?"

I looked around at the nodding heads.  They were undressing.  My
body cringed and shook in fear as I watched.  I looked at Michael
silently pleading for him to stop this.  I mouth the words,
Michael, please stop this... He only smiled.

They were all undressed by the time one guy I think was either
Mark or John knelled down between my legs and grasp my hips and
pulled me to his mouth.  The others closed in and began caressing
me, all over, sucking and tweaking my breasts touching me
everywhere.  I tried to close my mind to what was happening to
me.  I felt their hard rods poking me as they caressed me.  I
tried to block my mind to the feeling that the hands, lips and
tongues were doing to me but my body started responding.  John,
Mark, or whoever it was between my legs brought me to my first
orgasm.

I was hanging there quivering, when whoever was first changed
places with someone else and started over, lapping at my wetness.
 It didn't stop until each one had their turn bringing me to
orgasm.   Limp now, exhausted and tender. I wondered what was
next. Everything seemed a blur.

"Ok guys, next phase."

I wondered what that was going to be when Michael came to me and
in half kneeling and picking me up, positioning his cock and
thrust up into me and held still for several seconds before
pulling free.  No thrusting.  Another traded places and did the
same.  They all did it. It was a game.  They were laughing and
making bets not only on who would cum first but who would last
the longest and actually get to thrust into me and try to make me
cum.   I lost track of how long this lasted but it seemed like
hours when one of them thrust up hard and deep and shot his load.
 He was the first and had to drop out.  The others kept it up
with each one having to drop out after shooting his load into me
until one guy was left.  He was the one that got to actually fuck
me and bring me to an orgasm while I was hanging there as he shot
his load into me.  I was totally exhausted by that time and could
no longer stand up but was actually hanging by my wrists.  I was
untied and carried to the house and placed on my bed.

Thursday:

I slept and woke thirsty and famished.  It was dark I could hear
light snoring and looked around, trying to see in the pale
moonlight. I didn't want to turn on the light for fear of what
might happen next if they knew I was awake.  I tried to find my
robe or something to put on but all my clothes were gone.  Mad at
that, I made my way from the room to the kitchen trying not to
awaken anyone.

"Well Sara, how do you like it so far?"

Michael was sitting in the dark like he was waiting for me.  He
startled me when he spoke and I almost jumped out of my skin.

"You Bastard," I growled after my heart had slowed down from my
fright.

He laughed.  "The guys will be here for the week so you had
better get used to it.  They all get to take turns with you.  Do
you want it one on one now or as a group?"

I glared as he continued.

"There are rules they have to follow.  They can't hit you or fuck
you in the ass or drug you but they can do anything else they
want when they are alone with you or for that matter as a group.
How do you want it to go?  At some point though as a group, we
will play train kind of like yesterday only it won't be a game
and each will have you in succession just for the hell of it."

Before I had the chance to think much about it I blurted out,
"Each alone."

Laughing, he said, "OK." Let me fix you something to eat.  You
are going to need your strength. Sit."

He pulled out a chair and I sat while he went about fixing
something to eat and drink.  I watched him closely.  I had
forgotten about the control box for the collar and was now
looking for it.  He didn't have it with him, not is a shirt
pocket.  The "T" he was wearing didn't have one.  I didn't see it
on the counter anywhere either.  I was absently fingering the
collar when he turned back to me.

"I see what you're thinking.  The control is in a safe place.  As
long as you don't get further than 50 yards from it you won't get
shocked.  That means you stay within the house until I get it and
move it to another place.  You might also want to clean up
between friends if they will give you the time."

"How long are you going to force me to do this, play with your
friends?"

"Forced?  That will be just this week.  Afterwards, well I think
you will change your mind about the term forced.  I suspect you,
I, them and their women will be all good friends with benefits."

I sat back puzzled at that.  Friends with benefits, never, not
with this group or Michael.  I never wanted to see them or him
again after this week.

He had cooked up some scrambled eggs and bacon and served them to
me.  I was hungry and wolfed everything down quickly.  He watched
as I sat there thinking in silence at everything he told me.  I
thought I might have a chance to get away if I use my charms on
the guys when I am alone with them.  There has to be one that is
weaker than the others.  I'll get him to get me out of here.
I was startled out of my thoughts when one of the guys came into
the kitchen and stood by my chair.  His cock was hard and
standing straight up as he looked at me.  Michael nodded at him
as he took my arm and led me from the kitchen to my room.  I knew
what I had to do and climbed onto the bed and lay back.  He
climbed on with me, between my legs as I spread them and lay down
on me, kissing and caressing me.  His hands were everywhere.  He
didn't go down on me I guess because I hadn't had time to clean
up and well, the activity of the day before smelled a little. 
There was no talking, only us grunting as he slid into me and we
rutted like animals.  I came and came hard several times before
he filled me and collapsed down on top of me and pinned me.   I
lay there under his weight until he started lightly snoring.

Friday:

It was starting to get light when I was able to slowly role him
off.  I had to pee so I got up and went to the toilet.  God I
stunk.  I could smell the rutting.  I felt dirty, was dirty.  I
had hay stuck in my hair, cum plastered my golden patch and
seeped from my snatch.   I had to shower.

I stood under the hot cascading spray for a long while before I
noticed another guy standing there watching me.  I didn't
remember who he was; he wasn't the guy that had just fucked me. 
Watching him and seeing how hard he was, I knew what he wanted
and moved aside for him to enter the shower.   I was still wet
from cum seeping from me so I let him position me how he wanted.
There needed to be no foreplay to get me aroused.  He turned me
so I was facing the wall and had me bend over and slid his hard
cock deep into me easily from behind.  I was surprised at how
easily and quickly he made me cum, how my body accepted it and
craved his release.  There was no resistance.  My mind wasn't
registering what was happening.  This was beginning to feel good.
 When he finished, he helped me shower, scrubbing my back and
everywhere else.  His hands felt good soaping me up and down.  We
didn't talk I didn't think I could.  I was still aware of the
collar and afraid of it.  When we were scrubbed clean and stepped
from the shower he dried me down.

Finally speaking to me he told me how beautiful I was and how he
was glad I was joining the "Club".  That's what he called it, the
"Club".  I didn't know what he was talking about.

I was just getting ready to ask what this "Club" was when Michael
walked in on us.

"I see you have her squeaky clean Dave, just in time to take her
to breakfast.  Go ahead and get dressed Dave and meet us in the
kitchen."

Dave quickly slipped on a pair of shorts as Michael led me to the
kitchen and followed.  Again I was nude and paraded around to the
ogling of the others.  Dave, Michael and the guy that took me in
the night were the only ones dressed.  The others were nude with
growing man hoods.  I looked around puzzled.

"You're wondering why some are dressed and others are not?  Well
think about it.  Dave here and Jack have already had you this
morning.  The others get to dress afterwards.  Good way to keep
track of who has had their turn."

"Why are you dressed?"

"I've already had you several times.  I wanted the others to have
their turns."

I didn't know what to say at that.  I was getting hunger pains
looking at the table.  There were platters of scrambled eggs,
bacon and pancakes waiting.  I sat down.  The others followed. 
As we ate, I watched Michael take a straw and cut into three
unequal lengths and set them aside until we all finished eating.

"OK you three, here is how we are going to see who is next. 
Since she has had a chance to shower and clean up, this will make
it fair."  He was holding the straws in one hand where only the
tops were showing equal lengths.  "Draw a straw.  The shortest
gets her next."

Mark was the lucky one.  As he reached for my hand, Michael spoke
up.

"Wait a minute, she has to take this first."  He held out another
pill from my birth control and watched as I swallowed it.  "OK
Mark, she is all yours."

I thought he was going to lead me to my bedroom but instead, he
led me from the house to the swimming hole.  I was apprehensive
and my hands went to the collar expecting the shock when I
thought I was out of range.   Mark didn't notice.  I didn't know
Michael followed with the control and hid it close by.

"We're all going to spend the day here since it is going to be
quite hot."

There were several blankets already spread around and Mark led me
to one and pulled me down.  I had scarcely made it onto the
blanked when he had me on my back in a deep kiss, his hands
already exploring me.  I was surprised I was returning the kiss
as eagerly as I was.  His hands felt good in what they were doing
to me.  His lips and mouth too as his mouth left mine and went
exploring stopping at my breasts and suckling at them.  I wasn't
aware that the others had arrived, was totally lost in the moment
when his mouth and tongue attacked my slit and clit.  I was
moaning in pleasure as an orgasmic shock raced through me.  It
hit hard and fast.  My eyes were closed, legs up in the air and
hands pulling on his hair holding his head, face and mouth to me
my body quivering in this release.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."  I was screaming in total ecstasy.  Not
wanting to come down from this high.

My quivering had barely ceased when he again was kissing me, his
mouth on mine, me tasting my release on his lips and tongue.  I
felt the head of his engorged cock slipping between my slimy
swollen lips and I raised my hips a little to meet him.  He
entered me slowly as the swollen head found my opening, letting
me adjust to him, feel him as he entered and bottomed out, his
groin against mine.  He thrust in and out slowly, bringing me to
the edge several times, each time stopping to rest a little and
to control the timing of his own release.   It felt so good and
so right. He was making love to me and me to him.  Our kissing
and caressing each other was bringing us ever closer to our
releases.  I was scarcely aware of the others watching.  It
didn't matter.  It was beautiful when we both came together.  I
could tell he was getting to the point he wouldn't be able to
control himself much longer.  I was close too.  He had slowed his
thrusts down to almost remaining still when I felt him stiffen
and shove in deep.  That was it for me too.  We released
together, lost in the ecstasy of our releases.  Our bodies
spasmed together, groin against groin, pussy muscles milking at
his flexing shaft as the muscles of it pushed his flowed into me,
the spasms of the muscles inside my pussy sucking his flow deeper
into me. I wasn't aware we were moaning and screaming as we
climaxed together I didn't hear them. I was lost in my ecstasy. 
I was startled out of my sexual dream world when I heard a voice.

 "Quite a show you two gave us."

Mark had rolled off of me, sat up and was grinning at the others
who had been watching us.  I was still laying there trying to
recover.

"Glad you liked it." I spat back. I was starting to get used to
no privacy and them.

I was starting to sit up when John pushed me back down.  "My
turn."

With that said, he didn't spend any time caressing me with any
type of foreplay but got between my legs spread them and in
gripping my hips and holding me up, slipped inside me.  The way
he was holding me with my hips in the air with just the upper
part of my back and head on the blanket had the swollen head of
his cock and shaft rubbing directly against my g-spot.  That
quickly brought me to another orgasm.   It didn't take long after
that for his release too.

When he slipped free and stood, the last guy came over and told
me to go for a swim.  He would have his turn when I cleaned up a
little.

I slowly rolled over onto my side and got up and walked to the
water and waded in as he watched me.  It felt good on my sweaty
body as I reached the deep part and sunk under long enough to get
my head and hair wet.  I swam across the pool to the other side
and washed the best I could and swam back.  He was waiting for me
on the blanket, his hard cock throbbing at attention.  I stood
before him, shook the water out of my hair the best I could and
laid down beside him. He turned to me swinging one leg over me
and began kissing me, letting his hands explore while his tongue
dueled with mine.  His mouth left mine and discovered my breasts
while he inserted his fingers and finger fucked me to my first
orgasm with him. After that, he wasted no further time, rolled me
over to my stomach, got me to my knees and took me doggy.  He
held my hips as he pounded into me forcing me to him as hard as
he was thrusting back at me. His groin was slapping my butt, his
balls slapping against my clit when I came.  My quivering body
pulled him into his.  I felt his release as little jerky thrusts
as he jettisoned into me.  I felt him slip free as I lay down
onto the blanket finally exhausted, not wanting any more and gasp
for air.  I felt him get up and move away and was glad he was the
last.

I needed to recover.  They didn't let me.  We spent the day there
by the pool, them taking turns with me whenever they wanted. 
Michael finally took several turns with me too.  None spent any
time kissing or caressing me.  They just fucked me any time they
got hard.  Someone was always hard.  It was beginning to get dark
when they finally stopped.   I was sore and glad it was over for
now.  They had to help me to the house; I was too exhausted and
sore to walk so they carried me.  Michael had a hot tub of water
waiting for me and they deposited me in it when they got me
inside.  He also had several high energy drinks which I gulped
down.  I had nothing but water since breakfast.  The hot water
felt good and I began to relax as Michael washed me.  There were
no words exchanged.  He sat and watched me and let me soak, every
now and then testing the temperature of the water not letting it
cool.  I dozed off.

Saturday:

I awoke sometime later in bed with a warm body against my back
and the beginning of light coming in through the window.  I
thought there must have been something in the drinks that knocked
me out because the last thing I remembered I was in the bath.  I
didn't remember ever leaving it.  I lay still, not wanting to
wake up whoever was in bed with me.  I could still feel the
soreness and I didn't think I could handle a repeat of yesterday.
 I needed to pee and would have to crawl across him and I didn't
want to wake him so I lay there still until I started fidgeting
with the painful urge to pee.

He stirred finally coming awake.  "Oh I see you are awake."

In a way, I was relieved it was Michael and I quickly rolled over
him mumbling, "Pee," and scampered to the toilet.  It was a close
call; I was peeing almost before I sat down.  Sore, I didn't
wipe, only patted.  I was surprised I didn't see blood on the
paper.  I was looking at it when I noticed Michael standing in
the door.

"Sore Huh, Well that handled a lot of activity yesterday.  There
won't be any today."

"Huh," I didn't believe what I was hearing.  No sex?

"We've got to let you recover some unless you want to continue
having sex.  I don't think that wise though. Some of the guys
have to leave anyway so now is a good time to recover. There will
be only two of us left here with you.  Mark is staying.  I think
you like him judging from the show you two put on."

I was relieved it was Mark.  I did like him. He, like Michael,
did know how to make tinder love.  The others, well, they were
rough and I liked that too but Michael was right.  I needed time.
This was all new to me.

"Oh yes, you're going to have to start doing your chores.  I'm
tired of doing them."

I was relieved to hear that the chores had been getting done. 
That had been the furthest thought in my mind with what had been
happening with me.

"What is today?" I had lost track of time.

"Saturday, why?"

"No reason just lost track of time." Three days, four left if
today was counted. "Are the others coming back?"

"No, it'll just be me and Mark until Tuesday morning, depending
upon the return of your parents.  The others you'll get to see
another time.  We all get together for parties.  They bring their
women then."

I thought back to what David said.  Was this the "Club" he
mentioned.

"Is this the "Club??"

He looked at me with this puzzled expression for a few seconds
then grinned.  "I guess you could call it that."

"Am I going to be your woman or Marks?" I was looking at the
growing size of his cock that was staring at me.

"Mine."

I still had the damn collar on and knew it was no longer needed.
I wouldn't try to get away, didn't want to.

"Mike, do I have to continue wearing this collar?  I won't try to
get away."

"I know you won't."

With that he leaned down to where I was sitting on the toilet and
removed it, his hardness just poking me in the lips when I opened
my mouth and took him in. No one had forced or asked me to do
this and I wanted to.  I pushed him back against the counter
while I sucked at him, running my tongue against his opening
teasing him and sending shivers through him.  He sat back and let
me, running his hands through my hair, holding my head pushing it
back and forth fucking my mouth.  I sucked, twirling my tongue
around his head and against his opening driving him closer and
closer to the brink.  When he stiffened and I could feel the
contractions start, I began to suck hard, my hands stroking him
as I sucked spurt after spurt from him.  He was cringing trying
to push me away as I sucked and swallowed the last of him.

"Oh god Sara, I felt that in my balls.  It was starting to hurt."

I knew.  It had been what I had planned to do all along only the
way I wanted to do it, it would have hurt more.

The smell of frying bacon was drifting into the room when Michael
finally got enough energy to slide his butt off the counter and
pick me up and carried me to the kitchen.

"Mark, guess what she knows how to do."  He looked at us funny
not knowing the answer.

"Head man, she gives good head."  With that he sat me down on the
edge of the table.

"OK Mark, your turn."

I had to do Mark before breakfast.  After breakfast I did the
chores with Marks help and spent the rest of the day trying to
suck their sexual batteries dry.  It took a while.  They were
exhausted by nightfall.  That night I slept between two tired
lovers.  I was glad they were tired.  Neither one tried to have
sex with me all night and I got good nights sleep.

Sunday:

Sunday I awoke late, alone in bed.  The guys were gone at least
they were not in the house.  It was all quiet.  I went looking
for clothes before the need to pee took me to the bathroom.  The
door to the other bedroom was open and I saw all my cloths piled
in there.  I picked out a pair of shorts and a button up blouse
and put them on and looked for my slip-ons.  I finally found them
under the bed.  Dressed, I brushed my hair and went looking and
wandered through the house.  There was a box of cereal on the
table with a bowl and spoon in the kitchen.  I filled the bowl
with cereal, added milk from the frig and sat down. I was
starving and finished it quickly gulping mouthfuls. I filled the
bowl again and finished that.  Filled finally, I got up and
headed outside wondering where the guys were.  That's when I
heard them on the other side of the barn, playing hoops.   They
both grinned at me when I walked up.

"High babe," Michael grunted as he made a shot.  It went in. Of
course it went in, Mark made no attempt to block it and was
standing there looking at me. There was this big shit eating grin
on his face and it got bigger when Michael nodded to him and went
after the ball.  I heard him bouncing it and taking a shot as
Mark led me from there into the barn.  I still didn't understand
why Michael was sharing me this way.  He said I was his woman. 
Guys don't share their women like this.

"We're going up in the hay loft," he said as he took me by the
hand and led me to the ladder.

I turned and climbed.  Mark followed.  There was a bed of straw
spread out covered with a blanket.  I knew what was expected and
started to knell down on it.  Mark stopped me and stood me back
up and unbuttoned and removed my blouse.  There was no bra.  He
cupped one breast and brought his mouth to the other sending
shivers thru me.  Then his lips found mine.  We kissed a
lingering kiss as his hands unsnapped my shorts and pulled them
down. There were no panties either.  I let them slide down my
legs and stepped from them as I helped remove his shirt and
pants.  Then we sunk to the blanket, tongues dueling, hands
exploring.  We were alone.  He was kneeling between my legs.

Mark lathered me with kisses, his mouth and tongue leaving wet
trails as he moved from my face, neck chest, both breasts and
down to my belly button.  He twirled his tongue there before
moving on down.  By this time I was already, swollen and wet.  I
was already the moment I lay on the blanket.  Now when his tongue
found my clit, I knew I was fully swollen open as a shiver
coursed through me and my orgasm hit.  He took it slow, bringing
me to release again and again with his talented tongue and hands.
 My hips bucked in time with his lapping stopping only when my
body quivered through an orgasm.  My hands were in his hair,
holding his head forcing his mouth to me, my legs squeezing
tightly almost smothering him at times.  He was gasping for air
at the last orgasm and pulled his head from my hands.

"Damn girl, you almost smothered me that time," he choked between
gasping breaths.

 He moved up and leaned over me, lust in his eyes as he looked at
me.  I looked down my body at him, his cock so engorged the head
looked purplish in the dim light.  It was standing straight out
just above my mound and even with my slit. Using my feet as
leverage I lifted my hips up to him letting the engorged head
slide between my swollen lips wetting it.  That was all the
invitation he needed.  He didn't have to reach down to guide it,
it was position perfectly at my opening and all he had to do is
lean forward and slip in.  He fit me perfectly just like Michael.
 They were both the same size and length.  He bottomed out when
his groin was against mine, the head of his cock rubbing against
my cervix.  He knew it, could feel it as his sensitive opening
rubbed there.  I could too.  I held him tightly, wrapping my arms
and legs around him. I just wanted to hold him inside me for as
long as I could.  I didn't know when this would end.

He rose up on his hands and knees, reached down and held my hips
with his hands and leaned back forcing my hips and pussy higher
in the air. I had to drop my arms back to the blanket leaving my
legs loosely around him as he started this slow thrusting pulling
me to him as he thrust.  I raised my legs to his shoulders with
only my upper back and head remaining on the blanket with my
arms.  I looked down my body at him and watched as the large head
of his cock rippled the taunt skin of my flat stomach.  I reached
down and felt it as it moved within me. I held my hand there
until a orgasm ripped through me. Shortly afterwards, he released
his torrent when he thrust in deep and held himself still,
pulsating against my cervix.

I needn't have worried about it ending too soon as we spent the
day there, Michael bringing us water and snacks when we needed it
for thirst and energy and us leaving when bodily needs required
us too.

At one point when I left to pee, I cornered Michael and
questioned him about what we were doing and why he was letting
other men have me since he clamed I was supposed to be his woman.
 His answer puzzled me.  "Because we can."  I didn't argue.  I
didn't see the need to or the point.  I went back to Mark because
I wanted to.

We spent the day there in each others arms coming down when it
got dark and the air cooled.   Michael was waiting for us in the
kitchen with a small dinner set for two.  He had already eaten
and sat down and watched us eat with few words said.

Suddenly he jumped up and went to the cupboard turning back with
my birth control pills in hand.  "Almost forgot these."  Handing
me one, I swallowed it with a gulp of milk.

This too I couldn't figure.  He had been so not caring before,
refusing to use condoms when I told him I wasn't safe.  Now it
seemed to be an obsession with him.  I didn't want to get
pregnant either but why did he suddenly care now.  Was it because
any one of them could get me knocked up and it might not be him.
 Yeah, that was probably it.  It wouldn't be his.  I wouldn't be
his woman if someone else knocked me up.  I was looking at him
strangely as I had these thoughts and he diverted his eyes,
looking away from me.  After a few seconds, he looked back.

"OK you two.  Mark has to leave in the morning so I will sleep in
the other room.  You two get your bed."  He was looking directly
at me.  "I'll have you all to myself tomorrow until sometime
Tuesday until your parents get back.  They called and left a
message on the machine.  You need to call them back and find out
exactly when they will be here."

I called and found out it would be late afternoon probably around
4 when they got here so since I had to work Wednesday, it would
be ok if I left before they got home.  They would call and tell
me they were home.  The phone was on speaker so Michael and Mark
both heard.

"OK you two, off to bed."

We jumped up and headed to the shower first, scrubbing each other
down, getting the dried sweat and dust off us laughing all the
while. He was having fun and most of all, I was having fun.  We
didn't even bother to dry off.  We brushed our teeth and jumped
into bed and into each others arms.  It was like we hadn't spent
the day together and we made love all night.

Monday:

Mark was gone when I woke up.  Disappointed I looked for him. The
bed was still warm where he had lain.  I called his name with no
answer other than Michael walking into the room.

"He has already left.  I want you to get up, shower, soak, clean
up, do whatever else you need to do to make yourself presentable
to me."

He went into the other room and came back with a clean pair of
white shorts, matching panties and a halter top.  No bra.  I
didn't need one and shoes.  "Wear these.  I'll see you in the
kitchen in two hours. Don't be late."  He turned and left.

Orders, I don't do orders well but I jumped at these.  I was in
the shower before he got past the bedroom door.  I scrubbed my
self until my skin was pink, making sure I was clean everywhere.
I shaved all the right places, did my hair, lathered up in body
lotion, applied dabs of makeup, light eye shadow, lip gloss and
did everything I could think of to be presentable.  I found a
different pair of shorts, really low rider that showed a little
of my golden patch and dressed.  I arrived in the kitchen on
time.

Breakfast for two was on the table waiting.  He held the chair
for me and I sat.  He sat across from me a smile on his face.

"Beautiful, very beautiful.  Sara you are the most beautiful
woman I have ever been with. You will do what I want when I want.
 You are mine aren't you?  You have met five of my friends, my
closest friends.  We share and share alike.  What is mine is
theirs.  What is theirs is mine.  It is our pact to each other. 
We are more than brothers.  Do you understand? Do you understand
that if they want to fuck you, you will go with them?  You are
their woman too and belong to all of us?"

I didn't understand much of this.  Even after what I had just
been through.  I didn't understand him.  No man I dated ever
acted like this and said these things.

I nodded my head affirming what I was going to say.  "Yes
Michael."

"Good, let's eat before everything gets cold."

I ate in silence, still absorbing what I had just been through,
heard and said.

After breakfast, he took my hand and we walked past his car
parked in the drive and went for a walk around the farm.  We
walked mostly in silence.  I didn't know what to say.   I thought
he would spend all the remaining time fucking me but here we were
just walking in silence.  We spent hours walking and exploring. 
We watched the deer feeding around the edge of the fields and the
rabbits that scampered away from us.  A gopher snake startled us
and slithered away.

We were at the far corner of the farm when he finally stopped and
took me in his arms, leaned down and kissed me.  It was a long
and passionate kiss.  The first passionate kiss he really gave me
this week.  He had seemed so removed and preoccupied that it
seemed like he hadn't been here.  His hands were under my halter
and when our kiss broke, he pulled it up over my head.  I help
him by raising my arms.  His hands were cupping and rubbing my
breasts as he leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. 
A tingling ran through my body and I tried to ignore it.  My
hands were working the button of his jeans, unfastening and
pulling down his zipper.  He wasn't wearing underwear so his
hardness sprung free as the jeans slipped down his legs and he
kicked them aside.  My hands went to him and I held him.  I
wanted to sink down and take him in my mouth but he wouldn't let
me, his mouth back on mine, our tongues dueling.  His hands were
working at the snap of my shorts and as soon as the snap parted
he had his hands inside the waistband of my panties and he pushed
them and my shorts down.  They slipped down easily and I stepped
from them.  He only had his t-shirt on and I tugged it up over
his head and dropped it beside us.  I was trying to pull us to
the ground onto the grass when he stopped me.

"Stop, wait Sara."

I stopped what I was doing; momentarily confused at him telling
me to stop when he pulled away from me and leaned down and
positioned his trousers and t-shirt so I would have something to
lay on.  Smiling, he bowed to me and swept his arm through the
air indicating my bed was ready.  I lay down on it before him
waiting as he stood there and just looked at me.  The grass that
was poking at me along my sides was scratchy but I didn't care. 
My arms were reaching up for him, my legs parted inviting him.  I
could feel the anticipation swelling me, heat forming, moisture
seeping.  Still he just stood there for several more long seconds
before he dropped to his knees between them and reached down and
ran his hands over my hips and stomach just grazing my mound and
golden patch.

"My god Sara, you are so beautiful.  I thought you were the most
beautiful girl in school and I was right, you were.  You are even
more beautiful now.  I have always wanted you from the first time
I saw you undress and I had to have you.  Why did you tease me
like that?  You had to know I was watching you. When I found out
you were having sex with some guy that made it worse.  You drove
me crazy.  I did things I'm not proud of. I'm living a lifestyle
on the wild side much different than yours, our previous
encounters and this week should prove that. I do want you to be a
part of it."

He paused just long enough to get his breath back and continued.

"I'm not sure you really understood what this means when you
agreed to be a part of my life and to be with my friends.  I want
you to be sure. I'm giving you a chance to back out so think
about it.  After I leave tonight, you will have time to think and
make your final decision.  I will accept whatever that decision
will be.  It will be final.  If the decision is no, this will be
the last you will see of me."

He grasps both my hands in his and pulled me up.  His speech had
deflated his desire.  I'm confused by his confession and standing
there unsure of what I was suppose to do as he picks up and hands
me my clothes.  He turned from me and picks up his and puts them
on.

"Michael, I don't understand."  Tears were starting in my eyes
and running down my cheeks; I thought he was refusing me.  I
wanted him to make love to me.  I thought that's what we came out
here to do.

"Michael, I don't understand."  I repeated.

"You will in time, that's why I'm giving you another chance to
think about your answer."

He takes my halter and puts it over my head, slipping my arms
under the straps and holds my panties so I can step into them and
pulls them up.  He does the same for my shorts.  There is silence
between us now as he takes my hand and leads me back to the
house.  I follow more confused than ever.

He starts straitening up the house and I help him.  There aren't
many words said between us as we work.   It was done too soon for
me.  He had packed and placed his duffle bag in the car and
looked as if he was getting ready to leave.  It was only 3: PM by
that time.  I didn't want him to go.

"Michael, please stay the night."

"I can't.  If I did, you would not be given the chance to
reconsider what I confessed to you.  What I did to you this
weekend was wrong.  I did it for my own selfish reasons.  No
woman should be forced into making a decision after something
like that, not someone I really care about.  The women in the
group or "Club" as you call it all came in as willing partners of
the guys.  They didn't go through what you just did.  You should
hate me."

He stood there looking at me like some pathetic puppy that had
just peed on the floor and knew he had been bad.

"Michael, I don't hate you."  I didn't think I could even with
what he had done to me.

With that, He got in his car and drove away.  I watched him go,
standing there for several minutes hoping he would come back.  He
didn't so I turned and walked back into the house.  There on the
kitchen table sat an envelope with my name on the outside. 
Inside was a slip of paper with an e-mail address with a short
note.  Sara, when you make your decision, just send a yes or no
to this address.  That was it...

I went to my room and sat and cried.  I didn't know what to do. 
He was right, I should hate him.

I got up and wandered aimlessly around the house and barn.
Clothes, ropes, blankets and straw were all put back into place.
There was no indication anything had ever taken place.  I walked
down to the swimming hole.  There was nothing there either; even
the sand had been swept of all traces of our being there,
footprints, nothing.

I started to question my sanity.  Did anything really take place?
 There were no physical signs if it ever happening, of them being
here.  Still, I had this feeling of completeness, yes it happened
and I wanted it to happen again and keep happening.  I liked
having sex with Michael and his friends. It was exciting.  The
orgasms were incredible with them.  Even when I didn't orgasm I
liked the feeling when they were inside me and the way my body
felt when I was filled with their releases into me.  I made my
decision then and headed back to the house to clean out my closet
and take what stuff I wanted with me.  The rest I packed into
boxes for goodwill.

I slipped into bed after a long shower knowing I would be seeing
Michael again and my new friends.  I would send the message when
I got home.  For now though, sleep.

Tuesday:

I was up early and after eating, I packed my stuff to the car. 
There was just enough room for all the boxes and my suitcase. 
There was nothing left in my room, I was cutting the strings. 
Mom would understand.  It was time.  I was humming happily all
the while.  I was excited about what I was going to do.  I found
something to belong to something that had been missing in my
life.

I left early after doing the day's chores and relished the drive
home stopping at goodwill to deposit the boxes.  I stopped at my
friends and picked up my dog.  I didn't spend any time chatting
or thinking of how I would repay them for taking him in for the
week.  The thoughts of bedding them had been swept from my mind.
I only wanted to get home and send the message.